"Huh?"
Within the depth of Yun Wuxing's purple eyes, a flash of playfulness and scorn passed, and he sneered: "Still stubbornly resisting? A thing that knows neither life nor death!"
For these trash, he didn't even have the interest to strike with full force!
Once again, he slashed with his sword effortlessly!
The cloud dragon, seemingly influenced by the emotions of the people within the formation, intensified its might by threefold!
But!
Even so, it only managed to hold on for the duration of a single breath under that purplish-black sword light before it was once again mercilessly shattered into pieces...
Yun Wuxing, watching the futile struggles of the people of Divine Extreme Sect, almost burst out laughing!
Now, these trash should understand the disparity in strength and should be ready to give up, right?
But!
The next moment, the mist coalesced again, and another person employed a secret technique, burning everything!
